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Alex! Alex! Alex!

It's him. It's the man from the elevator.

That man with the red beard.

Take it easy. Just take it easy.

Frank, come here.

Angie, this is frank Brady.

He's an actor on the soap.

Hi, pleased to meet you.

- Oh, my god!

- Angie, Angie.

Angie, it's all right.

- Come in. Please. Please?

- Ok.

I'm sorry I embarrassed you.

You didn't. Don't worry about it.

I want to talk to you about your brother.

He's driving me crazy.

Yeah. He's good at that.

How long has he been in the chair?

About a year.

We were driving back from the cape.

I was driving. There was an accident.

That what I can say.

I've had in all kinds of specialists.

And did the best I can.

It's amazing.

- What?

- You're identical, but you're so different.

Yeah. We've always been different.

Cole was always the smart one...

The genius with no ambition,

never wanting to settle down

till the accident made him.

Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault.

- Can I ask you a question?

- Yeah!

- Would you dinner with me tommorow?

- No

- lunch?

- No

- breakfast?

- No

a hotdog in a park?

Why do you want to be with me?

Because I like you. Because

I've seen your dolls.

And you take broken things,

and you make them beautiful.

Please. I can't stand to be touched.

I can't make love with a man.

You are not a lesbian?

Why you make him think you are a whore?

It was an easy out at the moment.

Anyway, it got rid of him.

And that's what you really wanted?

Rid of him?

I don't know. He's really nice,

he's fun, he's handsome.

For some reason, he keeps

coming on to me. But I stop it.

I want him to touch me, but I stop it.

So you see, Angie, repressed thought it

maybe you possess a sexual instict.

Do you possess a sexual instict?

Certainly. Of course I do.

How do you know?

How can I help knowing it?

If I see a pretty girl, I want to kiss her.

I'll findle her, I desire intercourse.

If I don't have it at regular intervals,

I'll find myself thinking sexual thoughts

and craving sexual satisfaction.

And you, Angie, are no different than me.

Save for a few mental

barriers, we're the same.

I'd like you to touch me.

That's because you know nothing will happen.

You trust that, therefore you trust me.

I think I'm attracted to

you, and that frightens me.

- Why?

- Because you're married.

Who frightened you the most, Angie?

Me or my wife? Or is it Alex Morgan...

- I told you that.

- Or his crippled brother?

He scares the hell out of me.

- Or ass-pinching Mr. Kramer? Or is it Billy?

- There is no Billy.

But you told me there was!

So I payback the tapes?

Come on Angie! You talk about this Billy

but not what or who he is... she is!

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